21 Mar

21 March 1920

Ida has been and gone with the reviews and telegram. The cannons are being fired for the royal wedding at Monaco. Monaco is very romantic! Last night it & Monte were illuminated & there were Bengal lights & a torchlight procession & serenades under the palace windows & a great ball in the gardens. I always wish in a way we were Prince Bogey of Heronia and the Princess Wig. You would have made a good Prince . . . but I wouldn't have been up to much.Bunny Dunn is revealed as a Beatrice Hastings of the worst kind. She is frightfully jealous of me & has been telling disgusting lies behind my back & altogether behaving so odiously that I cant even look at her. Happily she returns to the Ritz & Claridges in a day or two and she don't signify. But Society women when they do turn and are not well bred take a good deal of beating, Boge. Ive got her presents for good and all & I dont really care.Oh, its such a day - the sea purrs. Its so hot & fine and golden. You would bathe & brown & youd eat oranges with me in a green shade. I love and love & love you for ever. Goodbye for now my own precious darling. Dont forget Im coming and that I am for ever your very own little mateWig. [To J.M. Murry in Collected Letters, 20 March 1920]